WKCR 89.9 Stretch & Bobbito (Live Radio Freestyle)

(album: Rare Demos & Freestyles, Vol. 2 - 2001)

When I come through you better look out
Cause my brain is sickly, kid, I roll with crooks
All about selling books of acid
Snitch and you'll get took out quickly
Your body parts'll be a mystery
Cause you could be left with a criminal history
When selling hits of E
We drive around in stolen Camrys
The shit we do revolves around government notes
Flight coats, and female mammaries, all for the family
Your, family vehicle could get Shanghaied randomly
Sometimes we do it candidly, peeping for cops
Selling Mexican crops, doing drops I do dirt with chinks and wops
That work in chop shops, these kids are bananas
Carrying scalpels in their bandanas
Always know where the man is
Cause they got programmable scanners
Plus 9's and 38's
Nigga rocking glasses, sporting a nerdy face
While murking with dirty plates, fat like a walrus
The Mary Jane florist'll be lounging in Honduras
As long as I watch out for that Ford Taurus
You're below, my league of flow, I'm down with' eager ho's
That suck dick for figaros in Montego Blow
In these streets of haste and bad taste you'll get stuck like paste
Fag bags with shit around their waste, I fucked up
And kid you'll get bucked up
Off the top of my skull, kid, my knife ain't fucking dull
I'm mad raw, kid, I'll rip apart your tits
Get on your fucking
Knees bitch and eat my shit, kid

Uggggyaaaahhhhhh so disgusting... your a dirtbag man, he's a goon

Check it
Check it, keep it flowin, keep it flowin, keep it flowin
We do props, we do drops, I do drops, on the rocks
Drinkin props, thada la, thada la, ta
Check it!
We do drops, for true props
Drinking Schnapps on the rocks, packing Glocks and Oowops
New York ain't got no true cops
All I need to get loose
A black deuce deuce, 22 ounces a crack juice
(And a female masseuse!)
While I'm getting played, by judges that are regal paid
I think a stabbing my legal aid, with an illegal blade
If your thinking a living a life that's legitimate
Once you taste a bit of it, you won't even consider it!
Cause existing legal, has a persisting evil
Twisted aftertaste that leaves you feeble
Turning you in to sadistic people!
Fast
I need this cash flow with G's
Currently I wanna see wax, contracts, and currency
Kids, centering their lives around breaking and entering
Stuck from surrendering, we be taking and vender-ing
My agenda, is to see some legal tender
Even if I must offend ya, by shoving this knife in to your pudenda!
These streets are scandalous
Filled with panhandlers, crime is unanimous
(Yo the beat, the beat died kid)
Vandals piss their money away on cannabis
Fuck around and get cut!
With Ron's sword, while my ex-con horde
Be sipping grape concord, scoping for corrupt pigs!
Cause 5-0 be humorous
So we peep for the numerous luminars
That wanna bring doom to us, What!

I can't wait, to castrate clever men
When I chop off your dick, you'll never jerk off ever again
I bring pillage when I strangle Criz in the village with cheap clothes
I'm turning peep shows in to creep shows
I got ya ditch made
Cause I had to get rich, paid
Another bitch slayed by my switch blade
Get ready I got a machete for your fucking tushy
I drink bloody mary's with the blood from Jesus mom's pussy
If you don't submit to me and my fellow ex-cons
I'll shove this three pound kronze up your tunnel of bronze
My evil you couldn't hack it
Fuck a crucifix, your better off walking around
With Tony Iommi's leather jacket
You can't see me, on the DL I watch you
I got a bundle of crack bitch
That says I'm gonna brain wash you
I'll offend your kins, then toxic avenger, sin
Gimme ya Benjamin's or get cut up by pendulums
What!